Saturday, March 3, 2012

One last time

The muse and I hold hands and kiss the moon

 

Something wrong in the air today

I gotta get up

Before we erase the shuffle

N burn the thoughts back to the place before

It all began in the strobe lights

The three or four shadows danced on the wall

While the cops kissed my head with the toes of their boots

As the truth be told it was days before when I lost my soul

My blood soaks the concrete n I count the diamonds n pearls

I pay the price of trying to keep the voices quiet

WIth the booze and the pills and the cheap hookers dripping lipstick from their dreams

I don't believe I ever saw you cry

In the dark corners where I seen you scream

N kissed the rusty blade asking my name

I danced alone that night didn't I

Like a fool I believed in something that could never be

You watched for a longest of times

Drifting in your silent screams

Transgressed beyond those that can hear or care to hear anymore

When it rains it stains

Stains the world in colours of red

Stains all my skin in colours Ive never seen

Colours this canvas not in blues and greens

Stains in red and spreads the more in rains

Its something we have in common

Common more than most would have others believe

The warmth soaks and bleeds my being

Ive kissed the metallic on more than one occasion

Drank in the moist fragrance from the air

Let me hold it to the sky

Show them all what I could have been if I wanted

What I should have been if I wanted

I wanted to be then one who was me

That was never going to be

Those times you came into my room

In the darkness of the night

I now always sleep with the light on

It would be our little secret you said

Well its a secret all right forever

Forever is a long time but not in this lifetime

Yours has been kissed short

A bullet for your thoughts

A penny for my wishing well came in good

One last time

Sit in the golden waves of a field of drifting one last time

Tasting the metallic one last time

Smile and listen to the music that is nature one last time

I watch the azure fade and the clouds smile

One last time

6 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

I liked the repetition, really added to the overall feel. When it rains it stains was a great line too, very nice.

Anonymous said...

Its an obvious thing to count the imagery within a poem but... wow! This says so much, all wrapped in ribbons and barbed wired dreams!
Excellent love xoxo

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Love the feel of this piece A--
Lots of great lines--taste the metallic one last time--

Sky Raft Wanderer said...

There's a lot to like here.

The use of colour, the imagery, the way the verses are structured. It's all good.

"The three or four shadows danced on the wall

While the cops kissed my head with the toes of their boots" and that's just sublime writing.

Great work here.

Brian Miller said...

whew...some poem man...the it will be our little secret stanza though is a gut twister...sadly heard that far too many times...

hedgewitch said...

A fine spew of dark, and the repetition is miraculously good for what you're doing here--dark dark and depper dark, yet somewhere in there is something that knows the light. Keep writing--it's working.